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BIOSHOCK KINK MEME

Stars, hide your fires;
Let not light see my black and deep desires

- bioshock trash crew proverb







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Welcome to the Bioshock kink meme.

You can find a semi-frequently-updated list of prompts, with links and an indication of whether they've been filled, here at the index.



it is a kink meme. people anonymously (or not) request fic and pictures; other people anonymously (or not) write that fic and draw those pictures. everyone masturbates, peace is achieved.



there are two ways to take part!

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NOW GO FORTH AND MULTIPLY, MY CHILDREN

Re: atlas/diane, strip/cavity search

(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 07:52 pm (UTC)(link)
“So,” Atlas asks. “You’d like to join the revolution, would you now darling?”

He looks Diane McClintock up and down, eyebrow raised and lip curled. He takes his time on his tour of her body, taking in those long legs, resting on her gorgeous tits. Landing on her mangled face. His gaze took a journey that Andrew Ryan’s had taken so many times before. This had all been Ryan’s, once; he had owned her, kept her. Touched her. Fucked her. This body had had Ryan’s hands running over every inch of it. This is what Ryan had had and had thrown away.

And now she was here, in front of him, groveling to change sides. Sometimes the perks that came with this gig were delicious. Atlas smiled for real.

Diane watched the man’s invasive gaze creep over her slow and warm and she shivered. But if she knew one thing it was that the citizens of Rapture could smell fear like a splicer could Adam, so she must at least try to be bold. Throwing off the grip of the two men who had escorted her none too gently into Atlas’s office she stepped up into his space.

“Yes, I—” She could do this. “—Ryan’s fascism has gone on long enough and—” She had to meet his gaze. “—I had to do something.” She looked him straight in the eye until she couldn’t anymore.

Atlas laughed a little at that. It was more than likely this dizzy broad didn’t appreciate being thrown out on her ass by old man Ryan. Atlas was lucky the good doctor had perfected his art before he let him at his own sweet mug. In the end, though, he believed her cause was sincere. But there was a protocol to be followed for this sort of thing.

Before she even had time to react, Atlas was on her. Spun her around and pushed her over the table lightning quick, pressed tight up against her back, one hand holding her body against his own and one hand around the knife at her throat.

“And how do I know this isn’t some kind of trap, love?” He whispered, low and hot and right in her ear. He pressed the knife into her and she couldn’t hold back a quiet whimper. “A pretty young spy sent by Ryan to infiltrate our little operation?” She tried to shake her head no but all of him was pressed to close against her. No, no, I would never, she managed to sob, and Atlas just chuckled into her ear. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out.” His voice sharper than the blade at her neck, he nodded away the two men who had brought her in. Just as they reached the door he said stopped them with his voice.

“Ah, ah, ah. Inside. This one looks like she could be trouble,” he said, winking. The men dutifully stationed themselves on either side of the door. Diane began to shake.

“Now, sweetheart. It’s perfectly common knowledge the kind of relationship—” Atlas pressed himself tight as could be against her “—you had with Andrew Ryan. Now what kind of man would I be if I trusted every pretty thing that’s had Ryan’s cock in her who walks through my front door? Of course you’ll allow me my little… insecurities?” Diane could only tremble and try and steady her jagged breathing. She knew what was coming next.

“Of course we’ll have to search you for wires.” Barely audible, right in her ear. “And weapons,” he whispered, wet and warm. She felt every inch of him burning hot against her back, thick and hard and solid. His lips at her ear and his knife at her throat and she nodded, barely, barely. She knew she had to gain the man’s trust.

“Alright, Atlas,” she managed, clawing at dignity. “Go right ahead, but you won’t find anything on me.”

Beautiful,” he whispered, and put down the knife.

He started with her belly, hand slipping slowly over her side, crinkling the fabric of her blouse. Flat and perfect under Atlas’s broad palm, but that was just fine, Atlas had other plans underway. He rubbed his hands across her hips, her lower back, so excruciatingly slowly, finding nothing taped or hidden there. Her breath quickened and he could feel her pulse jump under the fingers around her throat when his other hand moved higher. He slid up slow between her breasts, rubbing above and below, thick fingers making the slightest contact where she was the most sensitive. She sucked in a sharp inhalation when those fingers moved to unbutton her blouse.

“Can never be too careful, can we darling?” He moved under her shirt and under her brassiere and she felt her body jump when his warm hands closed around her, squeezing and pressing and holding her tight. Completely against her will she felt her whole body heating up, scorching hot down between her legs while Atlas manhandled her, his breathing in her ear much faster now too. Her eyes darted to the two men at the door, both staring straight ahead. The idea of them being witnesses to her violation made her heart and her sex ache. She closed her eyes but couldn’t shut him out, couldn’t shut out the hot hard feel of him and his thick rough scent. With one last caress sending a final jolt of feeling down her body, making her legs shake, he finally withdrew a little. Bending down to feel her legs to make sure she had no guns hidden there he finally rose again and rested his hands upon her hips.

“Well! Everything seems very well in order, my dear.” Diane let out a long slow breath. It was difficult but a girl had to do what a girl had to do in order to do the right thing. She started to straighten but his grip on her body remained tight.

“—As far as I can see. But who’s to say you don’t have anything—” Atlas’s hands moved down to her thighs, her inner thighs. “—hidden.” Diane’s whole body trembled and she tried her hardest to hold back hot tears of rage and shame. No, there was a limit to this, no Atlas, no, no, no, no, no…

“The lady doth protest too much, methinks! Ain’t that right, boys?” Atlas looked over to his men by the door as they both cocked their weapons. “If you’re really as hell-bent on protecting whatever you have hidden as all that, then I suppose we’ll have to—”

“No,” Diane choked out. “No, do what—” She tried to pull herself together as much as she could. “Do what you have to do.”

“Never seen a lady as lovely and as accommodating as yourself in all my days,” Atlas remarked gently, sliding a hand up her back to push her down over the table. “Never in all of my days.” Hand moved up to slide over her hair, now quite undone, to pet her slowly. To finally rest on her lower back to hold her down.

She was completely spread out in front of him like this, her legs kicked wide, feeling so much more exposed than just where her blouse was open. She tried to close her eyes and go somewhere else, but there was no spot in all of godforsaken Rapture where she could hide while his fingers stroked her over her skirt. Just the gentlest touch of him against her had her pulsing down below, every inch of her sure the men at the door could tell, could tell she liked it no matter how badly she didn’t want it. She had to keep quiet, she must keep quiet, but Atlas was lifting up her skirt and running his hands up between her legs. She twitched convulsively at the touch of his skin against her bare thighs, and just when she had clung desperately to the hope that he might stop now, might let her go now, his hand reached her panties. It took one rub of his fingers over her there for him to start laughing.

“Oh, girlie. Oh sweetheart, sweetheart. Now what’s going on down here?” He could feel the wetness through the material; it had already come all the way through. “Just a little rough treatment and you’re already droolin’ for it? Now has it really been as long as all that since Ryan’s touched you down here?” At the mention of Ryan’s name Diane’s body seized and she tried to pull her legs together, but Atlas held her down with renewed strength given with this new knowledge, this new carnal knowledge that he had shared with, no, stolen, taken, from Andrew Ryan. And this was just the beginning. She was just the beginning, but soon he’d have it all. All the while his fingers rubbed up and down, up and down, up and up and up across Diane’s panties while she let out little hiccupping sobs.

“Well, there’s no time like the present and I see you’re already ready for me,” Atlas said, rubbing circles against her hips and back with his other hand. He slowly peeled back her wet panties leaving her hot and exposed to the air, legs shaking, cunt clenching and dripping with Atlas’s fingers just barely, gently, softly running over her lips.

“Now, girlie,” Atlas sighed. “Let’s see what you’ve been hiding down here.” It didn’t matter how hard she was trying, she had to cry out when one finger slipped inside her so easy. He pushed all the way in, twisting and searching, pressing against her as deep inside as he could reach.

“No, I don’t think that’s quite good enough. Don’t think I can really quite get the whole picture.” Slipping out again he dipped in two fingers, thick and huge and stretching her and filling her. Her eyes rolled up to see the two guards squirming at their posts, trying to look anywhere but at her and at Atlas, and she didn’t know how much longer she could hold back her moans. Atlas lost no time in finding that perfect spot inside her to hit, again and again and again, ruthlessly hard and deep. The wet thick sound of her pleasure seemed deafeningly loud inside the quiet room, every man no doubt hearing how soaked just two of Atlas fingers had made her. It was too good now, every inch of her aching with the sweetness of the pressure inside of her and of the humiliation of the wrongness of it all. She was gasping with every deep thrust now, too gone from his expert manipulation of her body. That's right, let it all out now love, and she did, she did. She knew she was close now and she wanted him to stop just as bad as she wanted him to keep going. Coming in front of these men, coming for Atlas, would be a shame she could never live down. But this was some of the most intense feeling that had ever been forced upon her and she could almost taste the overwhelming pleasure of her impending climax. And Atlas must have known she was close too, curling his body over her own, pressing her down into the table again while he continued to move inside her.

“Look at that, now would you look at that?” he whispered into her ear. “Ryan’s little whore yesterday and mine today!” She was almost screaming now, screaming with how good her whole body felt, Atlas all around her and inside of her, whispering filth and abuse, more of the same, when finally she clenched down around him, body pulsing as he fucked her orgasm from her.

“There’s a good girl now, there’s a good girl,” he sung gently as he held her shaking body as she came down from her bright blinding high. “I’ve got you, pet,” he said. “I’ve got you now.” He pulled his fingers slowly from her aching body, wet sounds of her as loud as before. Fucked-out in front of him she saw his hand come up to her face, and she mindlessly accepted his fingers between her lips, sucking and cleaning the taste of her off of them. “That’s it, love,” he whispered, as she wrapped her lips around them both. “That’s it.” When she was done he stood up, leaving her spread and open on the table in front of him. Straightening his clothes he walked to the door, turning around just before leaving with his two men.

“Thank you for your kind cooperation, love. I’m very sure we can find a use for you in our little army.”

op

(Anonymous) 2014-04-06 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
i think i just died

thank you. thank

Re: atlas/diane, strip/cavity search

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 02:38 am (UTC)(link)
wow i can't believe i'm actually going to ice hell

Re: atlas/diane, strip/cavity search

(Anonymous) 2014-04-07 08:08 am (UTC)(link)
omg. just.... omg.